Who are those people dressed in black?
I have seen some of them in my neighbour’s shack.
Wake up! You child. Snap out of your dream
Un-shut your eyes and pay attention
Can you not hear the requiem?
What on this globe is that?
Its a tune of sorrow
A song to send off the dead
The bodies with no tomorrow.
And what is that box of wood that I see?
Why is the earth there dug?
Coffin; it is called, carrier for those who die,
And the dug earth is where they shall lie.
Why do those people cry?
Where do we go, when we die?
Not far my dear!
Just somewhere between the sea and the sky
See for yourself, you are already here.
You lived your life
fought all, and everyone you could
Did everything you should;
Now rest your tired bones
empty your heavy soul,
And lay down your weapons
It is time to march home.
I know you have come a long way
miles and years from home,
And a million montages of past
with people, and alone.
But now you have tread enough
And there is no road, for you to follow any more,
Set the oars down
you have reached the final shore.
Disregard all the reveries
don’t conjure the ghosts,
Let your demons rest in peace
let your exhausted self, return back home.
Don’t let affection for life
precipitate in your eyes,
A gift it was you cherished
and now death complies.
My soul is scared
of the past, that haunts
and of the uncertainty, that future holds.
It is scared
Of the beginning: unfamiliar
and an uncertain end.
My soul is scared for it has forgotten
all of that, which it once knew
And roams like a damned spirit
Condemned; lost; unknown.
One to the head
One said 7 times, the gun was shot,
The other said it pierced him thrice.
Both of them sure, that one was to the head,
And the next moment a human being died.
He was a writer
And a man who expressed,
And showed the World
True colours of a false paradise,
These heathens in a legion’s disguise,
But their reaction, was full of surprise.
For instead of understanding
What he was trying to make them understand,
They blamed him for his religious reprimand.
And summoned him in the court of law,
And that court was swell
And that law was flawed.
But before the law could prove his guilt,
He was condemned of sins and shot,
In the middle of the street,
Against the sun’s glaring heat,
He lost the battle he never fought.
7 bullet shots were shot
Three piereced through him,
But it took just one to the head,
To leave a writer and a human being
In the street, bloodied and dead.
Have no clue about the others,
He has my respect,
For he only said that was true,
Which others could not accept,
And that there is something wrong with the world,
Do you not suspect?
18 men 3 days back died
And they died not for themselves
But for each one amongst the billions of us
Fighting our battle for paradise,
Without one excuse, they gave their lives,
As they been doing so since long
While we sit here
In our comfy abodes
And watch their sacrifice on TV Munching chips and sipping tea,
And then we just forget,
And it’s alright,
We are humans
But not this time,
Because we are humans.
Let’s not those 18 lives,
Pass by us in a daze,
Stop for moment, close your eyes
And try to feel their rage,
Who have lost more than soldiers,
They have lost husbands, and brothers, and sons
Just think about them,
Just do it for once,
And try to feel their sorrow,
Acknowledge their lives,
Respect their deaths.
For they could have done anything else,
Like all of us do,
But they chose to do what they did,
And they did for me and you.
please kill me my friend
I cannot anymore care,
Truth is too painful to bare.
Kill me, my loving friend
If you love me please
Let me to my grave
I can no more act brave.
Kill me my friend
Its my last request
I can’t anymore resist,
Better I cease to exist.
Get out of yourself,
Open the window, look outside
see the terror spreading on every side
Walk on the street, look around
grim, gossip, and gluttony,
rage, pride, and mutiny,
whole humanity hell-bound.
Glance at the world,
thirst and hunger in children’s eyes
people deluded by politicians’ lies,
A world: weak and terrified,
Screeching and burning in religious wars,
learned men searching life on Mars,
A fake mosaic glorified.
Stop making up
Try and peek behind the façade,
Life neck deep in fog.
Start living up
Go be a fox or be a pig,
But never ever be a dog.